She reached down and put her hand inside my boxers and found my cock and began to play with the tip with her fingers, more tickling than stroking. She...pushed me up away from her breasts and gestured for me to stand up. As I did, she pushed my boxers down so that my cock stood straight up in the air in front of her face, as she was still sitting in her chair. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, first sucking on the head in short strong pulses, and then enveloping my entire shaft inside. I watched as she moved about and admired her undulating buttocks. Being a leg and ass man I always sought out women with nice bottoms. It never bothered me if a woman was small breasted if she had a nice ass.I moved closer to where she was looking at items on the shelves. She looked at me, smiled and then went back to her shopping. I noticed that she was probably in her mid to late twenties and I assumed by her reaction that she was involved with another person. I moved on passed her but I. But Iwasn't violating the letter of the law Jill had laid down. I had neverpromised Jill I'd abstain from wearing my beloved women's clothes, andthis arrangement with Darlene was all really very innocent. Jill atewithout a word, then went in to watch the nightly news on TV. For onceI didn't feel snubbed.We settled into a routine over the next few months, Darlene and I. Onweekdays I stopped by her place on my way to the office, and put on mybrassiere and panties, or maybe panty-hose, or a. He knows nothing of how she made herself naked last night, and danced, or of how she imagined them together. The man did not see her responding to the felt touches as they moved to the music in her head. Nor did he see her blue dress slide to the floor when his imagined fingers loosened the zipper. The flowing fabric eased itself from her swaying torso, allowing the dress to fall to earth.She stepped from the gathered mass.In the fantasy she holds, he looks deep into her eyes, and says: “Let us.